Metalville – 2010 – Sweden
Okay…more thrash. But this time from Sweden, the land of fjords and hot blonde chicks. Tuck From Hell definitely belong but stand slightly apart from the thrash herd for a single reason: pure unadulterated energy. Unlike so many of their peers, Tuck From Hell possess a bizarre sense of humor married to an inclination for insanely fast paced songs. Try album opener “Barbeque Beast,” is a rampaging motherfucker with an infectious breakdown thrown in. Yes, a breakdown. Grimace all you want but it actually fits great with the song. As for the lyrics, bleh! Nonsensical fare. The boys have been eating too much pornflakes, apparently.
The songs take a turn for the bizarre for the scene anthem “Death before Disco,” where the quintet declare their eternal fealty to thrash while inviting chicks to suck their wads. Whatever. It’s fun and so is “Italian Stallion,” the furious maelstrom that’s “I, Hellbilly,” and the Metalhead salute “Headbanger.” There’s also a fan tribute titled “Tukerz” which is for the band’s following who’ve been dubbed the Tuckerz. The whole album is quite an invigorating trip and its greatest strengths lies in the muscular vocals from Niklas “Tuck” Ingels. Why he’s called Tuck this writer has no fucking idea. But hey, Niklas is quite the charmed frontman. His voice isn’t that great but the charisma, the invigorating passion he puts into his vocal performance grabs the listener by the nipples. It would be fun to see the guy onstage going ape shit while his band rages along.
Oh yes, the band. Tuck From Hell sure have their chops down pat, but they’re no Megadeth or Annihilator. This is thrash but it’s not the technical kind. Tuck From Hell belong to the more straightforward end of the spectrum and while there are solos, don’t expect facemelting guitar fireworks to erupt anywhere on the album.
What’s really endearing about Tuck From Hell is the edge-of-your-seat pace that drives the album from start to finish. The music isn’t serious, the lyrics are odd, and the song structures are predictable. No matter, this Swedish quintet have achieved a rare distinction: reviving the spirit of good friendly violent fun that Exodus celebrated in their early days. For this, Tuck From Hell deserve even a prejudiced skeptic’s respect.